Chapter 640 Death Raider Molsarian
The fluctuation of the black hole was stirred by Molsarian’s death aura. It was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force, accompanied by the grating sound of bones rubbing together, and a tall figure slowly walked out of the shadows. With every step it took, it left behind footprints burning with ghostly green flames on the ground. The flames vanished in an instant, but they scorched the ground with black, charred marks. As it completely emerged from the black mist, its terrifying form was finally clear. Its body, over two meters tall, was pieced together from shattered pale bones, and each limb was tightly stitched with strange, thin black threads. These threads wriggled as if alive, forming ghostly green runes at the joints. Its armor seemed to be crafted from some bizarre creature, its surface covered in dense cracks and spikes. It pulsed with a sickly pale sheen in the dim light, contracting and expanding ceaselessly like a living thing. When it came to a halt three paces away from Hemei, its gray-white arms, divided into segments by threads, suddenly moved back, drawing out the great blade behind it, and then, the tip of the blade plunged into the ground. With a chilling metallic hum, this terrifying entity slowly knelt on one knee. It lowered its head, the ghostly green soulfire beneath its bone surface flickering. Its stitched neck made a creaking sound. A hoarse voice was squeezed from its shattered chest, as if countless lost souls were whispering simultaneously.
“I am at your service, my lord.”
It looked down at the undead warrior kneeling before it, and a trace of surprise flickered in Hemei’s eyes. The girl did not speak but simply pointed into the void, and a familiar attribute panel appeared before her.
[Death Shaker. Molsarian]
[Heroic Bone-Type]
[Blessed by the God of Bones]
Molsarian had already transcended the shackles of mortal life, becoming a pale whirlwind roaming the battlefield. He led the Death Reconnaissance Legion, a terrifying iron cavalry composed of cursed knights and undead warhorses. They tore through enemy lines at astonishing speed, harvesting souls before the enemy could even form ranks.
[Skill 1: Death Bind: Molsarian releases chains entwined with souls, immobilizing the target firmly and inflicting continuous damage from souls. If the target dies during the binding period, their remains will transform into a [Bone Minion] to fight for Molsarian for a time.]
[2. Soul Plunder Harvest: Molsarian’s great blade, “Sang Zhong,” is a weapon cursed by the God of Bones. Its pitch-black blade is entwined with pale bone patterns. Every swing brings forth spikes, and Molsarian absorbs the vitality of those attacked to convert it into death energy and pour it into his master’s body.]
[3. Phantom Charge: Molsarian temporarily turns himself and his mount into phantoms, during which they are immune to any attacks and collisions, and their speed is increased threefold.]
[4. Curse Threads: Molsarian’s body is strung together by special curse threads. As long as the death energy within his body is not depleted, no matter how severe the damage, it can be repaired by the curse threads.]
“Death Shaker? A type of death knight skilled in breaking through defenses? It’s a troop type I’ve never seen before.”
Hemei carefully read the attribute panel from beginning to end and quickly made a judgment about the type of hero unit before her. Although this was a troop type she had never seen in the game “Death Lord,” she could roughly tell what kind of combat unit it was just by reading the skill descriptions. Moreover, its words of loyalty just now proved it possessed sufficient intelligence. From the game’s background story Hemei had read in her past life, the God of Bones it believed in was a general deity for all bone-type undead, and it did not have a particularly devout faith.
The phrase “I am at your service” was understood by the Lord through Lilith’s “Obey Mother’s Will.” Hemei could also see that this hero unit chose to pledge allegiance to her with higher priority, rather than still harboring strange beliefs and thoughts.
“Prove your loyalty with soulfire.”
However, Hemei’s attitude did not change because of the other party’s demeanor. This was still her fixed procedure for interacting with an intelligent troop unit. Hemei would never place her hope on such ethereal trust; she only believed in the power held in her own hands. The sleeping Synthetic Dragon Beast awoke again, its massive body slowly rising. The soulfire in the dragon beast’s eyes flared, and a ball of white light fixedly stared at the undead warrior kneeling on the ground.
“As you wish, my Lord.”
The oppressive aura of the Synthetic Dragon Beast had no effect on Molsarian. The undead warrior remained with its head bowed. It removed its mottled iron helmet, revealing a bald, pale skull on its stitched body, devoid of flesh. A seething, ghostly green soulfire slowly separated from Molsarian’s dimming eyes and drifted slowly in Hemei’s direction.
One could only say that it was indeed a combat-type unit. Even during the separation of its soulfire, Molsarian made no unusual sounds and its form did not change. Only the weakening soulfire in its eyes and the soulfire floating before her proved that it had indeed obeyed Hemei’s command. Hemei raised her hand and directly collected the soulfire into her embrace. Hemei also acknowledged the addition of this new subordinate. Although with the Synthetic Dragon Beast, Hemei’s team seemed not to be lacking a meat shield, no one would refuse to become stronger. Furthermore, Molsarian, the leader of the Death Shakers, appeared more like a vanguard for charging enemy formations rather than a front-line defender, filling a role that was missing among Hemei’s troops.
“Rise, do you have any desires?”
After the incident with Lilith, Hemei knew that reality was not like a game; hero units also had their own thoughts and beliefs. If their thoughts clashed with her commands, although they would not disobey with their soulfire controlled, their efficiency would certainly decrease. Therefore, if possible, it was better to satisfy their needs. Molsarian slowly raised its head, the ghostly green soulfire in its hollow eyes suddenly surged. Its stitched body emitted a chilling creak, and blood, like a torrent, gushed from around the curse threads, wriggling violently.
“Slaughter… blood.”
A hoarse voice was squeezed from its shattered chest, each syllable accompanied by the sound of bones grinding. Its stitched fingers tightly gripped the hilt of the great blade “Sang Zhong,” and the pitch-black blade suddenly began to tremble, emitting a hungry hum.
“Let my blade drink the enemy’s blood, let the funeral bell toll for the living… this is my only desire.”
“Very good.”
It seemed Hemei had overthought things, perhaps a lingering effect from Lilith. She had overlooked the simple-minded bone-type hero unit whose only desire was to slaughter, without so many complications. Hemei could easily satisfy this simple request.
“Very good…”
“Soon there will be countless enemies for you to slaughter… I promise.”
Hemei nodded, agreeing to the other party’s request. With the territory merging function, Hemei never lacked targets to slaughter. It was just that having a person do this job was truly a waste of talent; after all, she and the two others were already incredibly busy. Lilith wasn’t entirely a combat hero, and Hemei’s territory merging had been delayed for some time.
“Thank you for your generosity, my Lord!”
Molsarian’s head suddenly turned towards the direction of the sacrificial altar. The curse threads of its stitched body emitted a taut creak. The soulfire in its eyes flickered intensely. It stared fixedly at the black passage that had not yet dissipated.
“Huan… there are still some… breaths…”
“Please grant your permission, my Lord.”
Its voice suddenly deepened, and the pale bone patterns on its great blade, Sang Zhong, glowed faintly. Hemei followed its gaze and saw countless pairs of ghostly green eyes flickering in the darkness within the black passage, accompanied by the sound of clashing metal and the echo of warhorses neighing.
“My… Death Reconnaissance Legion… Molsarian’s stitched fingers made a clicking sound. “They… have waited too long…”
